Crowbar

If I have to take a crowbar to your mouth To make what's on the inside come out Ivory chips fall to the floor Swept under the rug and out the door What a night Back and forth with no end in sight I can't watch this again You just don't understand Why - do we always end right where we began We - can break this cycle if you'd just understand Scream it to me and I swear I'll understand I'd rather you scream your lungs out than sit on the end, of my bed, with your head, hanging over the edge, of this four cornered ship, on a figure-eight trip Why - do we always end right where we began